Youre on the small balcony of the motel you’re staying at with your bestfriends Dean and Sam. You hug your jumper tighter to your body, your legs still being uncovered in your shorts.

You lean on the railing with a cigarette inbetween your fingers, lightly taking drags of it every few seconds. Eventually, Dean feels the breeze coming in from outside, and he groggily walks over to the balcony, leaning against the door frame. “you okay?” he mutters quietly to not scare you.